Deviant (10 page)

Chapter 16

Dean

Man must evolve, for all human conflict,

A method which rejects revenge, aggression, and retaliation.

A foundation for such a method is love.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

When I heard her at the door, all my muscles tensed. I was working out, giving that punching bag all I had. Trying to ease the tension from this morning was working. With every punch, I felt more focused, more determined. Then I heard her. She was at the fucking door and could have blown everything if she had turned that handle. Luckily, Humphrey was on the ball and managed to catch her before it was too late.

Then she was gone. My uncle had managed to get her out of sight. Out of sight, out of mind. I could get back to working out. It just meant I had to start my regime all over again. I needed to punch until my lungs ran out of air. I needed to carry on until all my muscles cried out in pain. I had to rid myself of the memory of her from last night. The way she felt when I was inside her. The way her hair caressed my arm so gently that it made my body shudder. I didn’t want her affecting me that way, but it seemed she was just as fucking toxic as she was thirteen years ago. She was seeping into my pores, entering my head, and the last thing I needed was for her to think she had a way into my heart. She would only find coldness there. The ice there would sting her. For her, it would be unbearable to the touch. I was not a nice man. I didn’t do relationships. I wasn’t the lovey-dovey, make-yourself-sick-to-the-stomach cuddly kind of guy. I could have been once. I could have given everything to Tyler if she had let me. Not now, though. Not after what she did. I toughened myself up. I had to. After what happened all those years ago, I had no other choice.

“Dean, I don’t think it was a good idea letting her come here.” Humphrey stood there, tall and straight. Although he was in his late fifties, he was surprisingly sturdier then he seemed. He was tall, just a couple of inches shorter than me. His hair was greying and he sported a little moustache which curved up at the edges. He reminded me of Terry-Thomas because he looked just like him. Of course, Humphrey realised that and got annoyed when I’d call him by that name. He got even angrier when I called him an old man. He called me names, too, so I guess we’re even on that score.

All dressed up, he looked every bit the part he played. It was Humphrey who suggested he play the butler. He had been a constant presence, especially in the last thirteen years. I owed him a lot. The only problem was he
did
take his role here a little too seriously. He even joked at times and called me Master Wayne. I was no superhero, though. I was the villain, and my nemesis was Tyler.

“It was necessary, Humphrey. I needed her to feel comfortable.”

“By pretending you were someone else so you could fuck her? I don’t think that would be a very comforting thought.”

I stopped punching and looked at Humphrey. “If I would have gone to her in her own room at her own home, she would have freaked. I had to make sure she was ready for me. By tonight, she’ll know who entered her room last night. I’ll make fucking sure of it.”

I carried on punching and Humphrey left me alone. He knew I didn’t like being disturbed when I was down there.

After another half-hour, I was done. My muscles were burning, my breath was coming in short bursts. I stood in front of my mirror, studying my frame. I was built for this sport. Built for any fucking shit who wanted to cross me. And many
had
wanted to cross me. If I learned anything in life, it was that having money attracted unwanted attention. Especially when it involved some lowlife from my father’s past who had lost everything and thought he could come to me to take what the fuck he wanted. I wasn’t a fucking charity, and I wasn’t a fucking pushover.

Unwinding the tape from my hands, I watched as the tattoo of a lotus flower danced on my shoulder. It was the second tattoo I had ever gotten. I’d gotten several since, but the first one I will always remember for reasons which now make me sick. I was only eighteen when I had it done, getting piss-assed drunk before I went in. I might be tough, but I have never been a fan of needles. Call it my one weakness. The only thing was I couldn’t afford to be weak. That was why I went back several times and got several more tattoos. I needed to break myself of that one fucking phobia. That way, nobody could get to me. I was invincible.

*****

A little after midnight, I knew it was time to get going. Tyler, if I knew anything about her, would be sound asleep in her bed. She was like clockwork—a little bit too predictable.

Once I got to her car park, I smiled. I didn’t think she had been anywhere today, but her car was pulled, just like it always was, into the space. I had to break her out of that habit. If you were ever in an emergency, getting away as quickly as you could was paramount. Trying to get away as quickly as possible in a car that wasn’t backed into the space was impossible. Trying to shuffle your way out just wasted too much time. Call me a little OCD, but that was me. It was just common sense.

So, I did what I normally did and backed my car into the usual spot and got out. It was a typical, quiet Sunday, people readying themselves for the work week. When I got to Tyler’s car, I fished her keys out of my pocket. I had always made sure I kept a spare key. With easy access to her home, I had everything at my fingertips. I must admit, I thought it would be a lot harder to integrate myself into her life the way I did. I figured I could just play on her fantasy, the one Justin told me about over a drink one night. It wasn’t hard getting the information out of him. Everything about him screamed desperation. He wanted friends, no matter how pathetic he looked. He was eager to please, and I was eager to keep plying him with drink, as long as I got what I needed from him.

Smiling and shaking my head, I got into Tyler’s car and did what I had to do. It was something that had to be done, no matter how much I wanted to get to her.

After reversing her car into her spot, I got out and locked the door. I walked a few paces and found my usual entrance in. I was the only one who used this entrance.

You see, the thing about me was that I had been planning this whole thing for years. Tyler was my puppet and I was pulling all the fucking strings. I owned this building she lived in, and I made sure she couldn’t refuse. It was the lowest rent for something so nice in this area. I knew she would want to be close to work, so I used it to my advantage. I had every key for every apartment, but I was only interested in entering one.

Once I got to the top floor, I turned right to Tyler’s door. There was only two other apartments on this floor and both of them were empty. I couldn’t risk being caught by someone. Plus, it was handy knowing I had somewhere to escape to quickly if things got a little out of hand in her flat. If she would ever chase after me, I would be able to enter the other flat as quickly as possible. Besides, she would never dream I would be right next door. The first place she would look would be the fire escape or the lift, both of which were away from the apartment doors.

With the key to her flat in my hand, I entered and held my breath. These moments always had my heart pounding, no matter how many times I did it. It wasn’t because I was frightened. I could handle Tyler if I had to. It was just such an adrenaline rush knowing I was doing something I shouldn’t be. Tyler needed to be punished after disobeying me last night. Tonight was about teaching her a lesson. Tyler was about to enter Lotus’ classroom.

Chapter 17

Tyler

Buckinghamshire, 1995

I heard tapping at my window. Lately, Dean had been climbing up to my window and sneaking into my room while my mum and dad were downstairs. He would never stay long, but I always enjoyed his company.

I had to smile to myself as I got off the bed to open my window. I was ten and Dean was twelve. He and Ian were still my best friends, but in a completely different sense. Dean and I were closer—much closer. I didn’t know what it was, but I felt things around Dean that I never felt with Ian. Things I never felt with anybody.

As I opened the window, I looked down at Dean with a smile. He looked really nice with his hair all spiky and his blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

When he saw me, he did his usual thing of waving me back so he could climb into my window. He was becoming an expert at it.

“Where are your parents?” he asked as he pulled one leg in after the other.

“They’re downstairs watching
Law and Order
,” I whispered back. It was their favourite show, so I knew we would be okay for at least the next forty-five minutes.

“Good,” he smiled. “I brought some Gobstoppers with me. Let’s see who can talk first after chewing one of these bad boys.” He started laughing and my heart sped up. It was such a strange reaction, but one I was used to by now. I didn’t need a Gobstopper to stop me from talking. Just looking at Dean did it.

“Does your mum and dad know you’re here?” I asked, as Dean tried to open the packet.

“Of course they do. They think you’re my girlfriend.”

Gasping, I held my hand over my mouth. “They don’t, do they?”

Dean looked up at me, a confused look on his face. “Would it be that bad to think other people thought that?” His face looked sad and I hated that look on Dean.

“No, I don’t care what people think. It’s just, well… We’re just friends, right?” I bit my lip and Dean noticed straight away.

He smiled. “Of course we are.” I sighed in relief and Dean carried on, opening the packet, “But you’ll be my girlfriend one day.”

*****

I could feel him stroking my arm again. It was so tender and erotic, I couldn’t help but moan.

“Tyler,” he whispered into the dark. “Tyler, it’s time to wake up and receive your punishment for disobeying me last night.”

I woke with a start, panicking in the darkness. “Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered in my ear as he sat beside me. “I’m only here for pleasure, Tyler. Always pleasure.”

“It’s you? My stranger?”

He trailed a finger down my arm, making me shiver. “Yes.”

I should have been scared. I should have been screaming but, for some reason, I was rooted to the spot. In the end, I had my suspicions about what happened last night, but I put it down to me just being paranoid. It was my stranger who came to me last night. It was my stranger who fucked me, made his mark, and left without a trace.

“You marked me.”

I felt his nose trail up and down the base of my neck as he circled my breast with his finger. Within an instant, my nipples reacted to his touch, just bursting for him to feel them.

“It was necessary to let everyone know who you belong to. Who do you belong to, Tyler?”

His finger was suddenly there, brushing up against my nipple as I caved into his touch. I’m not sure what kind of power this man possessed, but all he had to do was open his mouth and the fires burned like nothing before. I couldn’t understand how he could make me feel this way. I didn’t even know what he looked like, but something was telling me he was powerful, raw, tough, and so fucking sexy. My body insisted on telling me this. It was the only thing that gave me away to him every time he touched me.

“I don’t belong to anyone,” I managed in a shaky voice.

My stranger giggled into my neck, making me shiver again. His hands were masterful as he caressed every inch of me. He seemed to know exactly what parts made me go crazy.

It wasn’t long before his hand trailed from my breast to my pussy. He tenderly stroked my clit before pushing a finger inside me. I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped me.

“So ready for me already, aren’t you, Tyler?
You
may deny me, but your body doesn’t. Your body gives you away every time. It wants me to touch it. It wants me to send it to fucking heaven. Isn’t that right, Tyler? Do you want me to send you to heaven?”

I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips as he brushed his thumb against my clit. His arm was strong and straining against my entrance. As I caressed my hand across his arm, I felt every muscle, every tweak, and every flex as he pushed his finger deeper. “Yes,” I gasped breathlessly, unable to hide my desire.

“I can show you all there is to know about desire, about need. I can show you the world if you let me, Tyler. I can show you just how fucking good it feels. I can make your dreams come true, fulfil every fantasy. Would you like that, Tyler?”

His thumb brushed my clit again as his lips found the base of my neck. He was pushing every one of my buttons. “Yes,” I said, unable to hide how fucking turned on I was. I didn’t know this guy, but that only heightened my desire for him.

It wasn’t long before his beautiful onslaught started taking its toll on my body. I could feel the build-up, feel the climb as my orgasm was about to rip me apart at the seams. My stranger seemed to sense my impending explosion, and sped up. This was only our second encounter, but he seemed to know my body.

I could feel it even harder now. It was coming thicker and faster as his movements sped up. I was going to go at any minute and I knew it was going to be beautiful.

But just as my moans were about to escape my lips, releasing me of my climax, he stopped. “No!” I screamed, unable to hide my disappointment.

“Shh,” he replied, holding a finger to my lips. “Remember when I said I was going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours?” He trailed his finger over my lips, making me taste the evidence now on his hand. “Do you?” he asked again, nibbling my ear. I nodded. “Well, I suggest you take that pretty mouth of yours and suck my cock.”

I didn’t know why, but he demanding I suck him made me more turned on than I have ever been. I wanted to suck him, but I also wanted to feel my release so bad that it was burning me from the inside out.

“Will you finish what you started if I do?” He nodded. “Okay.”

Holding my arm, he manoeuvred himself to the edge of the bed. “Now,” he said, pulling me up. “Get down on your knees.”

I was standing there and got to see him properly for the very first time. He was wearing a hoodie so I couldn’t see him very well, and he was so careful in the way he guided me, I couldn’t possibly see his face. I wonder what I would see if he let me? It all fascinated me so much, I instantly thought of
Beauty and the Beast
. Not that I’m saying I’m beautiful, but it was the similarities in this little game he liked to play. I could tell he was strong, I could tell he was definitely all man, and I could tell he liked to keep fit. I only had to touch him to realise that.

As I kneeled down in front of him, he glided his trousers down his hips. They were not fully down, just enough for me to take him into my mouth. He sprung free, fully erect and ready for me. It only excited me more to know that I turned him on as much as he did me.

Grabbing my hair forcefully, but gently, he guided me down to the tip of his cock. It was so big, I almost moaned in pleasure.

It wasn’t long before I slipped my tongue out and trailed it around the tip of his cock. My stranger stiffened, but breathed out his appreciation. I licked all the way down and back up again before licking the top of his cock again. With one push of my head, he made me take all of him into my mouth. It almost made me gag, but I held strong.

“That’s good, Tyler. So fucking good,” he cooed. I could have told him to go fuck himself after that stunt, but his praise halted me in my tracks. I wanted to please him. I wanted to give him the pleasure he gave me. Call it sick, but I craved it just as much as his touch.

With his hand in my hair, my stranger guided me down again, keeping it at a steady pace. I let him guide me.

With a flick of my tongue, I lapped him up like he was the best fucking lollipop on earth. He moaned, which just made me want to go that much faster.

“Steady there, Tyler. I don’t want to come too quickly. Your mouth is so fucking good, I want to savour it as long as I can.”

It was hard not to want to keep going at a fast pace. Just having him underneath me like this and moaning made me feel like I had the upper-hand. I didn’t, of course, because I was on my knees. Even with his dick in my mouth, he still wanted to assert his level of authority.

I pulled my mouth back up, slightly grazing my teeth against his shaft before sinking down on him again. He hissed through his teeth and the noise had the ache burning between my legs. I wanted him inside me. I didn’t know why I felt that way because I knew nothing about him. He totally had the authority and, for some unknown reason, I was loving every single minute of it.

“Tyler, you’re going to make me come if you keep doing that. If you don’t want it to be in your mouth, I suggest you stop.”

I should have stopped. I should have pulled away. But every single word that came out of his mouth just made me want to keep going. So I quickened my pace. I could feel his grip tightening in my hair, but he was letting me set the pace now. He was so close to losing it, which just kept me going.

“Fuck, Tyler. I’m going to...” His growl radiated around the room as I felt his hot semen shooting down the back of my throat. I took him all in as I felt his body tense.

As I eased him out of me, I licked my lips, feeling the relief from the ache of having his large cock in my mouth. And he was bigger than I’m normally used to.

“I knew that pretty mouth of yours would feel good, but I wasn’t prepared for how fucking fantastic it would actually be.” My stranger stroked my hair to emphasise his point. “Get back on the bed and spread your legs,” he commanded.

I didn’t hesitate. I was ready for him. I could still feel the charge running through me from my near-orgasm earlier.

With his hand held out to help me up, I climbed onto the bed as he zipped his trousers up. “Good girl. That’s it. Spread your legs a little. Hmmm, perfect,” he hummed as I did as I was told. I just couldn’t seem to get enough.

My stranger stood there for a while, his haunting black gaze coming from underneath his hood. I still couldn’t see his face. I still couldn’t tell whether he was happy, sad, angry. All I could see was this beautiful outline of a man who was so big and so strong that seeing him just took my breath away.

I lay there naked, waiting for him to come to me, waiting for him to please me just like he did the night before. I was itching for him with such intensity, I thought I would burst.

After a few seconds of gazing at me, he made his move. I thought he would slide those big, strong fingers up my thigh. I thought he would fuck me with his fingers, lick me with that delectable tongue of his until I came apart around him. But he didn’t do any of that. Instead, he just turned away from me and headed out the door.

For a minute, I thought I was going crazy. Maybe he was fetching something. Maybe he was in the kitchen and getting a knife because he had gotten what he wanted and now he would murder me. That thought scared the hell out of me.

Finally finding my courage, I moved off the bed and tiptoed into the living room. Why I was tiptoeing in my own fucking apartment, I have no idea. I searched the living room and the kitchen. I made sure all my knives were still present. Nothing seemed out of place.

It was then that I realised he was gone. It was then that I realised he had duped me. What a fucking bastard! He worked me up until near-orgasm, made me go down on him, then fucked off. Who did he think he was?! “Fucking arsehole!” I shouted into thin air. Yes, I’ve been doing that a lot lately. I was just so hopping mad that he would do something like that to me.

It was at that moment, standing in the living room naked, I started replaying everything in my head. What was it that I did so wrong that he would play me?
“Tyler, it’s time to wake up now and receive your punishment for disobeying me last night.”

Shit, why didn’t I take in what he said to me when I first found him on my bed tonight? Why did it not fucking register? I thought him marking me was my punishment, but no. He had to take it one step further and play me. Well, if he thinks I’m going to bow down to him again, he has another thing coming.

Storming back into my room, I felt something underneath my feet. What was that?

Turning the light on, I saw what was on the floor. I picked up the little pieces of paper and studied it for a moment. I saw a letter B and realised what this was. It was Brad’s business card.

Well, that answered another question. He’d been watching us this morning. He’d been stalking me outside of my home and decided to stake his claim again. I didn’t know whether to feel crazy mad or insanely turned on by this.